Battered at will

 

Beaten and booted - body aching; I lay lifeless like a ragged doll.

Black and blue; flesh ripped open by bare knuckles.

I fear the senseless beatings might finally have taken their toll.

Broken bones and shattered ribs �" must have happened in the scuffle.

Drowning in a pool of my very own blood �" it sticks to me like glue.

Scripted - is this is my life? �" too late, I never really knew.

Monster, you have  maimed me - again.

My strength failed me;  he beat me without even a care.

Lashed by his unkind words,  my self esteem destroyed by his sharp tongue.

He takes whatever he wants �" whenever he wants.

For me, there’s no where to run, no where to hide - I am woman hunted.

The brutality of his boot against my bare ribs �" to hurt me, break me �" I cringe.

Yet, still I remain - I go back for more of the same.

At times, I feel perhaps that maybe I deserve my fate.

Voices within me scream louder than sirens.

At his merciless hands he takes me as if he deserves me.

He’s primary focus his pleasure, my pain.

Just a vessel, I remain �" I must endure.

Monster, you have taken all that you can from me.

I have nothing left to give, yet you keep coming back for more.

How very sad that the enemy I knew laid besides me - the enemy was is in my bed.

There was a time that I actually believed that I belonged to you.

Maybe, when I loved you �" but you replaced that love with pain and regret.

In the hospital bed, I swear it felt as though I was hit by a train.

My mind hazy �" I failed to remember.

The aches and pains soon remind me the reason I laid there - reminded that life is never fare.

Helpless I prayed death would speedily end it.

Again, he’s used me as his personal punching bag.

As if by a certain inexplicable force my courage was restored.

And with it , courage brought back with her my strength; my honour.